yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


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i can feel this ache, it starts just over my heart and spreads to my shoulders and i shudder because it is a breeze that runs its fingers along your spine ever-so slowly. i gripped the handle on the door so hard my fingers were white on the knuckle, purple on the tips. i could feel every nerve ending vibrating, going 85 on the freeway coked up as fuck and worrying about getting back in to college, where i'm going to get more money for drugs: i just stop living when the high wears off.
d-land